What am I to you?
Your sister?
Daughter?
Mother?
Son?
Brother?
Uncle?
No for you I am nothing
I am but another star amongst millions
Worthless until you
CHOOSE to look at me
and yet i am still just a fleeting thought.
Wondering about all the things I could do
Becomeing anything I want
Building my self up only to be knocked down
Will I ever be enough to hold your attention?
Your love?
For more then a passing glance
your Proud because I finally became what you wanted.
It crushed my soul
Banished my dreams
Made all my hope fly away
but it was worth it because you finally
finally
Paid attention to me
Loved me
Gave me everything I wanted
So I'll ask again, What am I to you?
Your sister?
Daughter?
Mother?
Son?
Brother?
Uncle?
YOU ARE READING
Am I okay?
PoetryJust read it It's probably not your thing so be reckless and read the unthinkable and unmentionable #411 in the ranks
